Lots of thoughts swirling in my head, random snippets of next year I will's. As in, next year I will stop and smell the roses. Next year I will not be so ridiculous in my scheduling. Next year I will get my house organized. Next year I will earn enough money to let someone else clean it. Next year I will get rid of anything that I am holding onto because of fear. Or obligation. Next year I will only give cheerfully. Next year I will share my abundance. Good or bad.
Next year I will learn to nap. Or meditate regularly. Or both. Next year I will spend more alone time with God. And with my family. And with my friends. Next year I will accept what I cannot change. Next year I will accept no less than respect for myself. From myself.
Next year I will talk softer. And less. Next year I will be less suspicious. Next year if someone wants my coat, I will offer my shirt as well. Next year I will not worry, or anger needlessly over fear of not being able to do my job diligently. Next year I will practice what I preach. Even if it reduces my practice time.
Next year will be one of great joy. Next year will be bittersweet. Next year I will learn about the pinnacle of happiness being twinged with the breath of letting go. Next year I reflect on one chapter of my life closing... and another opening without holding onto the other, letting her fly. Next year I rest safe in the knowledge of a job well done and trust that I will always be welcomed in the heart of my workplace.
Next year holds the anticipation of my highest hopes and biggest dreams. Next year holds the mystery of the next mountain. Next year we will plant the seeds from this year and let them bloom.
And so it is.
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